This is a song about "And im aming right at you"

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

That im throwin at you

Cause when i make this stew

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Beat it up and slide right under you.

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Somethings not right, so i stay awake at night and write

I could be dead wrong and im still right

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror